I wonder in how many way I see my own work after it is done.
All my feelings come tumbling one above the other fighting for validation and yet to me, they all make sense.
She had her, and she longed for her.
It’s them.
The mother to her own childhood self.
How we grow up navigating this complicated world bargaining with the natural self all along.
And in that journey, we sometimes look back, and see our own younger self with a bundle of emotions..
Some days it is kindness, like the elder self is the mother of the younger one.
You find comfort and peace and safety finally, in your own shadow.
Also there are days i feel differently, but let’s keep this real moment alive and cherish this one for once.
Let this feeling be the moment.
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